Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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―No, because I know what I did to myself. I‘m only mean in private. I don‘t blame others<br />
for my own mistakes. I‘m bad in a different way than you, of course, with a sense of humor<br />
developed out of necessity.‖ For a moment, Bleak‘s eyes seemed to twinkle, but maybe it was<br />
only the passing sun.<br />
―I‘ll need a sense of humor from here on out. Bleak, visit me more often.‖ Quartermain‘s<br />
gnarled fingers grasped Bleak‘s hand.<br />
―Why would I visit you, you sorry old bastard, ever again?‖<br />
―Because we‘re the Grand Army, aren‘t we? You must help me think.‖<br />
―The blind leading the sick,‖ said Bleak. ―Here we are.‖<br />
He paused at the walk leading up to the gray, flakepainted house.<br />
―Is that my place?‖ said Quartermain. ―My God, it‘s ugly, ugly as sin. Needs paint.‖<br />
―You can think about that, too.‖<br />
―My God, what a Christ-awful ugly house! Wheel me in, Bleak.‖<br />
And Bleak wheeled his friend up the walk toward his house.